Hidden in my hood
Forgotten in my skin
A self imposed prisoner
Your words carefully placed tranverse the not insurmountble space
Space between us
Yet I do not have the hubris or the unjaded hope that you speak them for me
I comort myself half way asleep
That that sense
Of intensity and masterpiece
Is better held forever in blue that crushes vividly
I’m a catastrophe
Speaking in hyperbole
And worst of all
I want the world to listen to me
Because I can’t be
The only one who can see
I can’t be the only one
With this life sentence
Who has decided they are worthy
Of punishment
Of penance
I’m not the only one
Taking the easy way out
Because I can’t hurt others
But I can hurt myself
Someone once said to me
You wouldn’t recognize it if you saw peace
And I wouldn’t
I know passion
I know impatience
I know rage
And I know the love
That comes with a blank page
But I can’t equate
Living
With serenity
So here is another calamity
A chemical imbalance
A fallacy
Another extreme
That turns into an emergency
I beg for respite
But I will never take it
It will always be the height of ecstasy
Or the depths of despair for me
With bouts of terror in between
And sadly or perhaps not
I doubt I would change it
If I could
Don’t mistake this for unhappiness
Recognize
That it is the comfort
Of a damaged child
Who will never grow up
I remember being a child
And walking around
The residential area
Of my small town
Immediately I thought
I don’t belong here
But even more
I never want to be here
This is not my American Dream
I grew older
And now
As I look around
All I see
Are people living
The American Nightmare
Whether that means
Bars on your windows
Or a tendency
Towards
Anomic suicide
Someone lied
When they told us
That this was a fantasy
Come true
The American Dream
Is brain dead
It has gone so long
Without new life
That it is beyond resuscitation
We need not ask ourselves
Why?
What we should ask
Is this
Did it ever really exist?
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